Elaria felt a surge of hope. She truly believed that once the Elven City was officially founded, news of it would travel on the wind to every corner of the Continent.
Scattered tribes of elves, long separated, would finally hear the Elf King's call and flock to their homeland, uniting under his rule. With each returning tribe, the Elven territory would surely grow more and more magnificent.
"Your Majesty!" A tree spirit zipped down from the sky, hovering anxiously before Renjiro. "A band of human mercenaries spotted up ahead! They're marching this way!"
The advantage of height was clear. Patrolling high above, the tree spirits had easily noticed the dark specks moving across the landscape thousands of meters away. They recognized them instantly as human mercenaries, likely aiming for the forest the elves had just left behind.
